I think I have been trying to be a dog person,
trying to imagine myself with one,
like all my friends,
for many years.
I tried to be a religious person for even more.
When I think, maybe I just haven’t found the right dog,
It sounds like a client saying she thinks her recently-outed lesbian daughter will probably find the right guy in college.
I have a goat now and I meditate occasionally.
I think dog people are suspicious of not-dog people
And of course we want our friends to like us.
And while I’m admitting things,
I might have a fear of power tools,
Coffee does not help me feel awake,
and I’m a feminist who still hasn’t read Virginia Woolf.